I read something this weekend about the #1 mistake lifestyle bloggers make that keeps them from growing. Do you want to know what it was?
Writing about their lives.
I snorted my wine and laughed out loud because…duh. But this past weekend might be the best I’ve had in 2015. Hold on, let me check. *Racks brain. Digs through weekend recap archives.* No, yeah. Best weekend yet. And what the hell do you expect me to do? Just keep that sort of thing to myself?
Not. a. chance.
Friday was my last day of work. Funny thing about leaving a job – those last two weeks seem to last an eternity. But they finally came to an end, and I was able to say my goodbyes and even sneak out the office early to meet up with this little traveler!
Somehow all of the stars aligned and I was able to host a girl’s night with some of my favorite people that evening. My sweet friend Amanda and her angel baby child, Chapel, were able to make it in from out of town. I haven’t seen Chapel since she was just a newborn and did you know that babies GROW? Like, fast, too. She completely stole everyone’s attention and at first I was furious because hello Chaps – it’s my party. But then I remembered that THIS is her face and everything was forgiven for now and all of eternity.
We traded children for the evening and overall Max was thrilled and just really wanted to lick Amanda’s face.
Before you even say it – YES. I am completely aware of how stunning all of the women in my life are. I try to remind them to dress down and lose the perfect hair out of politeness to the rest of us, but they don’t listen well.
For the girls, there was “sangria” (AKA two different types of cheap white wine with strawberries, kiwi, and an umbrella straw), hummus and veggies, cheese and crackers, fruit, chips and salsa, and party meatballs.
For Chapel there was milk.
And for Max there was a bone.
And speaking of Max, he did very well with Chapel! He sniffed her face and licked her toes and then was like HEY MOM REMEMBER ME I’M IMPORTANT TOO. Needy little bastard.
Later on that evening, Allison and I were on Chapel duty while Amanda took a shower. I’m happy to report that we neither dropped her nor lost her. We did, however, take embarrassing naked baby pictures to be shown at her graduation.
By the grace of God himself, I was somehow able to stay up until almost 1am chatting with those sweet ladies, until we all finally crashed for the evening.
Saturday morning, I woke up and whipped up a little breakfast for the few friends that had stayed the night.
Taylor got off work just in time for breakfast that morning, and then he and Max crashed while the girls got ready for the day.
Amanda, Jacklyn, and I decided to do a little shopping for the day, and our first stop was Simple Things Furniture. I’ve driven by this showroom about a million times, and I’ve always wanted to stop in, so Saturday we finally did.
The ENTIRE place was like Anthropologie on steroids and I basically walked through the whole store with my jaw dragging on the floor.
Nearly everything was out of my budget, but we had a blast exploring and oogling all of the pretty things. Chapel was totally unfazed because apparently she’s not at all intimidated by $6,000 rugs.
After a quick stop at World Market, we decided to stop and grab Thai food for lunch. I promise I’m not slowly becoming Asian I just get very squinty when I’m happy. And babies + Thai food makes me VERY happy.
I ordered the pineapple fried rice which was fantastic and never-ending.
And Jacklyn ordered something way healthier and prettier.
And Chapel was like whatever, I’m tired.
After lunch, both girls headed home, and I headed straight to the couch for a snack and a nap.
Saturday evening, Taylor and I were invited to dinner at our friends Ryan and Melissa’s house where we OD’d on cuteness.
And Taylor got a reality check about how big is TOO big for a Minnie Mouse car.
Now, on a not so pleasant note, there seems to be a little stomach virus making its way through the Z house. I was up most of Saturday night and Sunday morning feeling awful, but when my appetite finally came back later that day, Taylor (who may have been replaced by a Stepford husband robot at some point in the weekend) had made me bacon and french toast.
We lounged around for most of the day Sunday, did a few chores, and then later on that evening Taylor tested out the new grill. I just about fainted because he cooked for me twice in one day and in the six years we have been together that has NEVER happened. But I’m not complaining.
I whipped up some roasted broccoli and delicious sweet potatoes and we ate what I believe may have been the (unintentionally) healthiest dinner we’ve had all year.
And today is the very first day of my new job! The new office is all setup and ready to go. And you’ll be happy to know that I’ve got makeup on and I’m even wearing clothes that aren’t yoga pants. Wish me lots of luck!
How was everyone else’s weekend?! Highlights? Did anyone else spend their Sunday morning puking their guts up? No? Just me? K.